Poem Of The Week: Goodbye My Friend?

It always seems to amaze me how quickly change occurs,
Like a constant flowing river of near icy cold waters.
Like the tides change bringing newness.
Like the wind blows in fresh air,
I know things never stay the same,
But this time it's not just fair.

I feel like I just met you and now you move away.
And I smile shyly knowing that this is your last day.
I pray we'll keep in touch, I pray, because the past.
I'd say those things and try it but those things don't seem to last.

You're the first friend that I met here I cherish you bunch.
And although our times been short, know, I love you very much.
I will always be here for you, to talk to listen to write,
At the very least in spirit, if I'm not in clear plain sight.
E-mail, write or call me, I'll always lend an ear,
My schedules not so crazy, you know I'm always here.

I know one day I'll visit you and you'll be back I'm sure.
All I hope is that our friendship lasts, the test of time, so pure.
As I end this thought I know there's more, so much there is to say,
But I'll leave that for another time, another friendly day.